Picasso's Masterpieces

[Prophet Picasso]

A recent piece.....criticism is always welcomed...




My bars are harder than marble stained wit the blood of martyrs/
wit bums I barter for gems, in exchange for them, I pen charters/
explainin why men falter, burnin pagan incense on a dead altar/
meanwhile I recite the psalter, standin tall on rocks of Gibraltar/
the author of the third testament, it don't end until I ascend/
no tellin when the devil contend, but my pen will be ready then/
tell a friend, I recommend you extend a hand before you offend/
my phlegm is gems, they condemn what they can't comprehend/
false prophets and preachers pretend, that's the triumph of evil/
ions is feeble, my hustle's a muzzle that makes my silence illegal/
Zionist people shout in defiance against the science of steeples/
my giants is lethal, ridin in Regals wit the pride of lions and eagles/
I’m writin the sequel to Ezekiel, a prophet spittin to dry bones/
my vision is light shown, reflected across different time zones/
of the four corners, blindin the angels, at five different angles/
wit tigers I tangle, it feel good to live in the eye of the bengal/
I wouldn't lie if it's painful, I've become numb from the atrocities/
my acute prophecies mangle, mayn, I try angles like Isosceles/
I'm stoppin these rap dudes who's obtuse and use painful policies/
wit truth I systematically split atoms into mathematical anomalies/
obviously...I'm oblivious to the trivial pursuit of the frivolous/
a criminal subliminalist spittin murder, facin lawsuits and litigants/
this is equivalence to eloquence, elevate my Elohim development/
in cells I was celibate, but my equilibrium equaled an elephant's/
crushin skeleton bones near the angelic hosts' elegant throne's tier/
I go near, just a son of man on earth, but my name is known here/
stabbed the pope wit a chrome spear, then wiped Nina Simone's tears/
ancient vagrants was my old peers while I roamed on the gold sphere...

[War and Peace]

damn!

epic-

[Sleep Sinatra]

bump for this, yo proh u recordin yet or what homie? u NEED to be in the booth man word up, keep blessin

[JehovAllah]

Originally Posted by Prophet Picasso

A recent piece.....criticism is always welcomed...




My bars are harder than marble stained wit the blood of martyrs/
wit bums I barter for gems, in exchange for them, I pen charters/
explainin why men falter, burnin pagan incense on a dead altar/
meanwhile I recite the psalter, standin tall on rocks of Gibraltar/
the author of the third testament, it don't end until I ascend/
no tellin when the devil contend, but my pen will be ready then/
tell a friend, I recommend you extend a hand before you offend/
my phlegm is gems, they condemn what they can't comprehend/
false prophets and preachers pretend, that's the triumph of evil/
ions is feeble, my hustle's a muzzle that makes my silence illegal/
Zionist people shout in defiance against the science of steeples/
my giants is lethal, ridin in Regals wit the pride of lions and eagles/
I’m writin the sequel to Ezekiel, a prophet spittin to dry bones/
my vision is light shown, reflected across different time zones/
of the four corners, blindin the angels, at five different angles/
wit tigers I tangle, it feel good to live in the eye of the bengal/
I wouldn't lie if it's painful, I've become numb from the atrocities/
my acute prophecies mangle, mayn, I try angles like Isosceles/
I'm stoppin these rap dudes who's obtuse and use painful policies/
wit truth I systematically split atoms into mathematical anomalies/
obviously...I'm oblivious to the trivial pursuit of the frivolous/
a criminal subliminalist spittin murder, facin lawsuits and litigants/
this is equivalence to eloquence, elevate my Elohim development/
in cells I was celibate, but my equilibrium equaled an elephant's/
crushin skeleton bones near the angelic hosts' elegant throne's tier/
I go near, just a son of man on earth, but my name is known here/
stabbed the pope wit a chrome spear, then wiped Nina Simone's tears/
ancient vagrants was my old peers while I roamed on the gold sphere...

whoa, this shit is nasty, damn, from the top to the bottom yo, very nice man!

[War and Peace]

yeah P-

how u been g-

peace

[Prophet Picasso]

I have resurrected.....love to all the brothers that have carried the cross here in the temple.




They ask what prison I been in, what I been livin in/
I been on frontlines, pistol grippin for my dominion/
politickin wit this Palestinian, gettin his opinions/
inside of City Market buyin Swishers from a Indian/
ponderin over Levi and Simeon, Nazis and Davidians/
trekking to whatever I may cross along this meridian/
watchin Benny Hinn, considerin his Armenian lineage/
studyin Abyssinians, on the abysmal edge of obsidian/
within Lucifer's reach, I try to teach with each speech/
but it's hard to reach Greeks so I speak to the meek/
the weak take a seat, intrigued by my sleek mystique/
they eat every gem I speak, disguised as concrete meat/
the seeds that I excrete blossom into colossal flora/
meant for the explorers armed wit rockets and Torahs/
angelic auras, lyrical skills able to kill Gomorrahs/
enough piff to fill fedoras, hollows to fill a Taurus/
more squares than Phillip Morris, where killas flourish/
over hills and forests up to the hidden villes of Moorish/
where Moors move their quills in chorus to the cadence/
of black ravens singin a sad song of long gone havens/
for the black slaves in strong bonds of miseducation/
the child makin thongs in Hong Kong for next to nathan/
every Moors' song's long, but is organized and filed/
then compiled for awhile inside my cerebral profile/
thru my larynx turnstile to a door marked "Worthwhile"/
the files emit into spit mixed wit styles so versatile/
verse after verse is dispersed by these sacred means/
all to beguile a child and show him how to chase his dreams...


Comments/criticisms are more than welcome....

[DR. NICK RIVIERA]

it's all we love on your raps

when are you going to record something?

[War and Peace]

h ha-

spectacularly fascinating P-

excellent excellent rhymes-

peace-

[Prophet Picasso]

Trying to shake the rust off...probably been six months since I picked up a pen. I almost didn't even post this bullshit, but I know the criticism will motivate me to write something worthwhile.



I'm calmly armed upon a threatened farm of carnal Meccans/
dented armor on our chest and arms, my army's sergeants sweatin/
tarnished weapons in my palms, they wet and salt infected/
ready for Karmageddon, spreadin souls upon the lawns of heaven/
we invadin the halls erected tall by the spawns of Nephilim/
callin Tibetan monks to find the flaws in their walls' defenses/
warriors crawlin along the fences that's sprawled along wit trenches/
words of the Law scrawled across helmets so all our jaw's protected/
from the weapons of warfare, the cold stare of Medusa's daughter/
hard enough to induce a slaughter wrought upon Zeus's altar/
I caught her on the trade route without a safe scout or guardian/
partyin her brains out, I left her laid out like a devout Rastafarian/
now Anakim have left the Vatican to collect the bounty on my back/
I left County on the run til my soldiers found me cloudy in Iraq/
fled South where the Saudis crowded around me in unbelief/
how I come from thief to satan’s soldier to turnin over a new leaf/
now I’m chief among killers willin to let blood drop for the pack/
poised to attack and die in combat at the simple drop of a hat/
facin Philistines and knockin em back wit half a sack of arrows/
past the narrow halls of Egypt, tracin back to the blackest Pharaohs...

[whers]

Originally Posted by Prophet Picasso

ready for Karmageddon, spreadin souls upon the lawns of heaven/
we invadin the halls erected tall by the spawns of Nephilim/

What !!!!!

[War and Peace]

from the weapons of warfare, the cold stare of Medusa's daughter/
hard enough to induce a slaughter wrought upon Zeus's altar/


nice dart Prophet>

[Prophet Picasso]

No more argument, this dart is an ardent artistic disarmament/
part call-to-arms, part stark darkness to a Holy Ark parliament/
designed to spark alarm in charlatans, impartin scars to cartilage/
carvin a mark in ya heart so large you could park cars in it/
the carnage is hardened on garden variety garbage and piety/
tied inside the fiery sparks of irony that start in societies/
where heart and sobriety are trumped by lust, anger and greed/
the trifecta of iniquity, ubiquity becomes vacancy and need/
agencies impede, people concede to propaganda academics/
food stamps, section eight and wic til we get overdependant/
a paradoxical epidemic that we spread on to our descendants/
teen women regularly pregnant with yet another ghetto tenant/
so my every sentence is penance, repentance for my disregard/
I know shit gets hard for my babymamas, so in this regard/
I apologize for the hollow lies and all the time in prison yards/
I coulda spent wit my seeds insteada smokin trees and livin hard/
my decisions scarred my kids, forced to live years fatherless/
my hard ass stayed down, had to drown to learn what water is/
intolerance for authority forcin me to continue the cycle/
listen to Michael, it ain’t no sunshine but my vision is viable/
driven to rifles, prison and Bibles, arisen as titles in my journal/
givin kernals of truth in the booth against hell’s eternal inferno/
me and my colonels is nocturnal, night owls buyin White Owls/
goons with gold grills and scowls hidden under white towels/
tryin to escape Sodom before autumn, it’s cold at the bottom/
downtrodden and rotten, my belief’s become old and forgotten/
I’m hopin I gotten further from the burdens that been searchin me/
only God can judge me but I’m scared what will his verdict be...

[Tecknowledgist]

CRAAAAAAAAAZYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY shit!

[Eradicate]

wish i could criticize..

lyrics were great.. didn't want to stop reading it.

[Shitao]

Crazy man.

If you need some beats...